Through the Window
By Kenneth Mulholland
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'Through the window I see the sea, and the wide, wide world that forever be.
Through the window and out the door, the road, unfurled, to the briny moor.
Out the door to the wide, wide world, the road flows on to the mountains hurled,
and the painted sky runs with painted rain to the forests green on my window pane.
And across the glass flies swift, the swift, to the edge of day, and the grey cloud drift.
And the dawn hauls on, and the sky is full. And the stars are gone; and the rain is cruel.
And the world rolls round, as it always goes. As the grist is ground from the millet, flows.
And our lives are bound to the growing grass, and the days flow on, and the shadows pass.
Oh, the Song of Life is a Song of Doom; and the seasons short, fleet across my room.
And through my window I see the sea; and the wide, wide world that forever be.'